Wandering
Wandering is the long way home, taken on purpose. The map is folded in a pocket but rarely consulted, and the bell of some distant tower keeps time better than any watch. The point was never the destination — the point was the walking.
Wandering is the long way home, taken on purpose. The map is folded in a pocket but rarely consulted, and the bell of some distant tower keeps time better than any watch. The point was never the destination — the point was the walking.
